My Fiance Novels & Stories

I arched my back, giving him more access. "Perfect. Now, moan for me, darling." He smirked and went down on me. Oh, I will. I laughed and started to squirm as he began to kiss my inner thighs. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through his damp hair, completely lost in him. I was engaged. Tristan Harris was my fiance. I was going to marry my high school sweetheart. Well, more like a High school enemy. How many of us would get that opportunity? One in a million, maybe.

“Where have you been hiding? Months and not a word—do you know how lonely you’ve left me?” Her eyes slid to me then, and her smirk widened. “And who’s this?” she asked sweetly, before her tone sharpened like a knife. “Wait—don’t tell me. This can’t be your fiancée. She looks… nothing like the one in the photos. Did your fiancè finally go through with plastic surgery? Because I swear, I don’t see the resemblance.” Laughter curled in her throat, light and cruel. Heat rushed to my cheeks, my stomach knotting. The room tilted slightly, though no one else seemed to notice. They were too busy watching—waiting to see what Xavier would do.

The attendant said, moving over to get it for me. Marcus. I heaved a deep sigh, pushing every guilt aside as I swiped the screen. "Hey," my voice was low, my eyes pinned on my reflection. "Hey, you." I could feel his smile from his voice. "What's my favorite Fiancèe up to?" "I'm still at the fitting house. Are you done with work?" "I'm still here," he sighed deeply. "It's been really hectic today, and I can't wait to come home to you."

A faint but unmistakable mark. The others immediately seized on it. “So you’ve got a girlfriend now?” Kian said: "Not exactly a girlfriend. To be precise, she’s my fiancée."

"Oh my word this is suck a comfy couch your girlfriend has good taste . " "She's not my girlfriend she's my fiance and I intend on marrying her we might be going through a couple issues but it's all my fault because she has been nothing but supportive to me and I've just pushed her away over and over again. I can't wait to see her when she comes back and tell her how sorry I am that I cocked up a lot of things and did not acknowledge what I was truly feeling." "Why the hell are you with Eleanor? "

I want you to meet someone. My brows frowned in confusion, mee someone? Whom? She must be guessing from my expressions, she answered my unspoken words, "Osman, my fiance. Our families fixed our marriage when we were kids. I never thought they were serious about it, but two days before Osman came to visit me. He is staying in the city, he got a job here and our family wants us to meet each other more, so they can arrange a ceremony."

Jenny asked in surprise. I didn't reply, I stared at the screen, wondering why he was having a press conference. Just like I had expected; "My relationship with my fiance Avery is harmonious and our marriage pact is still intact. No one and nothing will ever come in between the great love we have for each other." He declared.

"What's this? 'Call bakery'? Isla, the wedding is Saturday." She snatched the note back. "I'll handle it." "When? Between the eighteen-hour workdays?" Jordan softened his voice. "Look, I love that you're brilliant and driven, but you're getting married in three days to a man you've barely seen in three months. Doesn't that bother you?" It did. Of course it did. But acknowledging that Marcus had become more of a calendar appointment than a fiancé felt like admitting failure, and Isla had spent thirty-two years refusing to fail at anything.

Our love for each other makes us alive. I wanted to show off that Emmanuel Colton Sinclair Jr is my fiance and that we are bound to be together. I used to dream of an extravagant proposal and wedding. I wanted my father to walk me down the aisle while my soon to be husband waited for me at the altar. I wanted to wear the best wedding gown there is and have the most beautiful flowers to decorate the church. I wanted the best reception with a live band. I wanted the best pastry chef to make a cake and the best Michelin chef to prepare the food.

“Who would have thought the ruthless billionaire would turn into such a softie?” I laughed softly. “He was always more than that. It just took us a while to see it.” Ji-Hoon joined Ethan on the mat, and soon the two men were competing to see who could make our daughter laugh harder. Oliver and Lila watched from the side, their fingers intertwined. Lila caught my eye and gave a small wave. Their wedding was set for next spring, and Ethan had already offered to host it on this same terrace.